"Hahahaha!" Harry laughed. It was already lunch time and Ron was telling him all about what happened with the classes with Rowena and Godric.
"It was really fun, Harry," Ron urged, "You should have seen Draco! He was all but mean! He was chasing me around the field like I'd just punched him in the face, but when I looked back at him, he was smirking and blowing raspberries at me!"
"Well that's Draco Malfoy for you!" Hermione answered, smiling as well. She was floating on top of her chair, when a pillow hit her on the face.
"What does that mean, Mione?" Draco Malfoy's voice echoed.
Turning around to face the blonde teen, Hermione grinned and said, "What do you think it means, Dray?" She smiled flirtishly and batted her eyes.
Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked, "I'll see you in the dungeons in fifteen, then."
Hermione giggled and turned around to face her best friends, who were by the way wearing a mask of utter disgust in their faces.
"Mione?" Harry asked, "Do you realize that you've just openly flirted with Draco Malfoy?"
"I did," Hermione giggled, "Didn't I?"
It didn't take long for Harry and Ron to burst out laughing really loud. Soon, all of the Gryffindors who were listening to their conversation laughed, too.
"You know?" Hermione said, "It's funny."
"Funny… in what sense, Mione?" Ron asked.
"Funny because just yesterday I wouldn't have had the nerve to do that," Hermione said.
"Hmmm… I think you're on to something." Ron said, "I myself would have killed Malfoy for flirting with you."
"Why Ron?" Harry said gleefully, "Are you jealous?"
Ron turned red, making Harry and Hermione go into another fit of giggles.
"No really," Ron said, trying to change the subject, "I'm serious."
"We know you're serious. We're just teasing, is all." Harry said.
"Anyway," Hermione interrupted, before Ron could say anything else, "Ron and I have to go, Harry. We have Helga Hufflepuff next period. See you at dinner?"
"See you at dinner," Harry confirmed. Ron thought he saw Harry grinning a bit and was supposed to ask why when Hermione pulled him by the wrist.
"Let's go, Ron!"
~*~
"Ayyyy…. (I) hope you all had a good meal at lunch," Helga Hufflepuff's (AN: This is going to be that last, but "From now on, it's jut Helga, ok?") voice boomed at the Potions classroom. "As I'm sure you all know my name by now and know a little of my family background, I'm not going to waste anytime."
"So who can give me info's about a Dementor?"
Hermione and some other Ravenclaw students immediately raised their hands.
"Yes Mr. Andrews?"
"They guard Azkaban?"
"Anything else? Yes Ms. Granger?"
"They can suck out people's soul?"
"Yes, anymore? Go ahead, Mr. Malfoy?"
"They – "
Before Draco could continue, however, he suddenly felt his body go rigid. His mind felt like it was somebody else's and not really his. He was seeing bad memories and it was making him go mad.
"So now you know how it feels like to meet a dementor," Helga's voice snapped him out of the trance. "Or at least you know what it feels like when you're carrying a guilty feeling in your heart."
Hannah Abott raised her hand and said, "What do you mean Professor? That there is another feeling besides guilt that we can feel?"
Helga beamed at Hannah and said, "I'm impressed on bow you could understand so easily Ms. Abott. Now, I want you all to face the person you hate the most and stare directly at his eyes."
Ron immediately turned to Draco and vice versa. But as soon as their eyes met each other, they looked into another direction. They were sure that the other was his most hated, so what happened? Why couldn't they look at each other.
The same was happening between Hermione and Pansy, and Seamus and Blaise. It was like they can't hate each other. But why?
"The reason why you can't look each other in the eyes is because you don't hate each other. Now try to look at another person." Helga said. The students complied, but the result was still the same.
"See?" Helga asked, "You all don't hate each other."
"But Professor!" Pansy argued, "How can we NOT hate each other when we've all but killed each others in the past six years?!"
"Tell me Ms. Parkinson, why do hate the Gryffindors?"
"What do you mean?" Pansy practically shouted, "It's common knowledge that Slytherin and Gryffindor students are rivals."
"See what I mean?" Helga said, "You think you hate each other because of what the world has taught you. For example, Mr. Malfoy 'hates' Mr. Weasley because his father told him to hate all poor redheads. Mr. Andrews 'hates' Ms. Otis because she rivals her knowledge in under the sea animals. The world had said that if you don't like someone, that means that you hate him/her."
"Hate is a really disturbing word," Helga admitted, "You young ones know how distrust or dislike people, but you don't know what it's like to hate…. Now, again face the person that you think is the person you hate the most."
Ron faced Draco again and vice versa. They tried glaring at each other but found themselves in a fit of laughter. They don't know what happened, it was as if the glaring looks they were giving each other were just 'too often used' that it was already funny. Without thinking, Ron suddenly found his hand reaching for Draco's in a friendly shake.
"Truce Draco?" Ron asked.
"Truce Ron." Draco confirmed.
Helga chuckled. "It's funny what a dementor in a room can do with people who care about each other."
AN:// So what do you think? Is it good? Is it bad? Ok lang… what? Don't worry, this thing has a plot and is not just out of the blue…. I really have to go now, so ciao! And remember to REVIEW!!!